Of all the things I know
I understand almost nothing

zondag 15 maart 2015

Then and Now 58

Yes, I knòw.
But still: there was beauty in those days that I don't see any more. The time, the scale.
With my 1910 Brownie, hours later developed in also pre WWI Eastman.

vrijdag 27 februari 2015

dinsdag 17 februari 2015

The Remains of the Day

Gestern: Rosenmontag ! Sonne ! Helau !

Heute: dienstag.

Aber im Kaufhof war Пять Озер im Angebot, und nachher kam der Freund mit Байкал - Melancholie am Sechsundsechzigsten.

The Remains of the Day, Kazuo Ishiguro 1989

donderdag 12 februari 2015


In Oberkassel war es das noch: Auftakt.
Aber Zum Uerige hatte es schon angefangen.
Karneval also.

donderdag 29 januari 2015



zondag 11 januari 2015

maandag 29 december 2014

the 2014 Christmas Lecture

I am a black and white person, and rather analogue.
But sometimes I want to emphasize a mood.

High noon, the small pic left.

The hound of the Baskervilles.

 Sometimes my scanner does wonderful things with tiny, curled and bad developed Minox films.

Sometimes I use Picasa just for fun.
Exploring the possibilities.

Like I did, decades ago, with toxic chemicals and
strange Tetenal papers. Or "eiwitlazuurverf" (don't know how that's called in English - the dyes to colour b&w prints).

"Art" is in the maker, "Kitsch" is for critics.

I just call it technique.